Day of the Triffids?

Having had a late-ish night again I managed to get up reasonably early to carry out a bit of decorating (the dining room may well get done before 2043 but only if I knuckle down a bit harder than at present. Making a tidy job of keeping the aged features of a 260 year old structure while getting it clean, crisp (but not too crisp) and tidy takes about 3 million times longer than simply getting a clean box perfect, though, so if I’m to match the job I’ve done in the sitting room, hopefully it’ll be worth it), clean the car and do a bit of tidying up (living in the house while it’s being pulled apart and played with is a bit frustrating at times and a good tidy/purge/clean is required to maintain sanity) before heading out for a run to enjoy the sunshine.

Not sure how the legs felt as I left, but a slow steady recovery pace was dialled in and I headed on my favoured road on the way to Gill Lane with little intention of actually running along it. Instead I did a route which I bypass most of the time since it’s a bit flat and dull, but I fancied a bit of that today.

A slight Easterly air flow kept things cool while the sun encouraged a brighter mood. Around 2 miles in I realised I hadn’t seen anyone since a rugby ball throwing pair of teens near the house. Not a soul. No cars, cycles, nothing. I blanked out the bit over the bypass (easily done, surprsingly, after a little practice) so couldn’t recall whether things had been passing, but for a further mile I began to ponder the possibility that while we were enjoying a sociable pint with the locals, the world had been overcome by some cataclysm. That I was running in a futile gesture to fitness which would serve me no purpose if I couldn’t find a book to educate me in the art of oil refinery (I can grow basic crops, am sure I can create flour, so would be reasonably confident I wouldn’t starve, but if the petrol supplies deteriorated and I couldn’t fuel the bike, well…life would be tragically sad. And with no oil to create tarmac, when the plants overtook the roads how could I repair them? Concrete is such a harsh substance under the wheels and the manufacture of cement is dastardly to perfect efficiently…what a reliance on technology we have for our leisure pursuits!).

Thankfully it hadn’t. I merely needed to come upon a house with people viewing my horrendous running style to be reassured all will be fine for another day.

As will I, I hope.

6.5 miles outed, a final speedy halfmile to stretch the legs and see if the shins will blow and some hoover action later, I think I’ll be happy to do a shorter run tomorrow. I fancied 13 miles this weekend and was unsure if it would happen while hobbling around on Friday. 13.93 ticks all my boxes.